knowwhodoyou

A story I once heard, that I shall retell.

The leaves on the floor are prickling your feet. You carry that bag of school books and wish you did... (continued)

drifting around the air flitting through those glossy pages flourishing, branching out like a drop... (continued)

The sunlight creeps over old shoes Illuminating with a new light I wish I could capture it.... (continued)

What are they on about?

A short poem

She stares at a mirror. She sees fat and flab. She sees her hair, dry straw-like perched on the top ... (continued)

Trying to make friends has never been more difficult... Just wanting to fit in becomes a large request.

On a stormy night a raindrop takes a journey...

Real time.

He's not sure about her.

You may be alcoholic, drugaholic, sympho-holic but I don't care. I hate you, you know that. I hate y... (continued)